Writer's Block: On the Bus
Jan. 10th, 2009 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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The look on a a sophomore's face when I chimed in with suggestions on how to get the best deal on Dragon*con tickets. He: college sophomore exchange student from the Near East (judging by his accent;) me: white chick who graduated with an International Relations major at the tail end of the Cold War; location: the heart of Atlanta, where he and his Far Eastern freshman buddy-with-still-iffy-English were so clearly expecting to be ignored by my kind and not expecting anyone of my vintage to know what Dragon*con is, let alone the thing about getting your ticket now if you've never been or at the end of the con for next year when you're there.
OMG dudes. My generation invented Dragon*con, Shoreleave, Trek Expo and all that...KIDS THESE DAYS.
The look on a a sophomore's face when I chimed in with suggestions on how to get the best deal on Dragon*con tickets. He: college sophomore exchange student from the Near East (judging by his accent;) me: white chick who graduated with an International Relations major at the tail end of the Cold War; location: the heart of Atlanta, where he and his Far Eastern freshman buddy-with-still-iffy-English were so clearly expecting to be ignored by my kind and not expecting anyone of my vintage to know what Dragon*con is, let alone the thing about getting your ticket now if you've never been or at the end of the con for next year when you're there.
OMG dudes. My generation invented Dragon*con, Shoreleave, Trek Expo and all that...KIDS THESE DAYS.
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Date: 2009-01-11 02:16 am (UTC)Since I live in the middle of nowhere, there are very few times I've been on mass transit, yet I still have three moments I distinctly remembered when reading this.
One was on a DART train, being the theoretical adult taking a group of kids to A-KON. Many of them were in costume, as were a lot of other people on the train. Those who were not part of the con crowd were extremely entertaining to watch.
The other two were on the Paris Metro, with one drunk guy bitching at us because we were German. Um, no. One French, two Americans. Danke, you drunk asshole. *g*
The other involved a minor fire on the line we needed to take to cross town, with a resulting mad dash jumping turnstyles going in the wrong direction to get across the station to get where we needed to be. At that point, it was one French, three Americans, and nearly an Olympic event with so many others doing the same thing.